can you feel the whisper on the quiver of a cool north breeze will it touch you to hear lions speaking lion-ese can you wash man’s catena from the salt-in-seas are you wanton for love’s freedom in nature’s quiet ease
can you watch your wishing season change from dun to green can you settle in a meadow as a chaste colleen are you slow to move your touch from a rippled brook are you safest in the arms of a favourite cedar nook
do you see the golden future in the sweet kibbutz do you see the bright tomorrow in new bamboo shoots can you kinder in the garten of impending rain can you see when unbridled-power makes wee man insane
can you touch gentle ‘morrows beyond your hurt and pain can you sow the coming storm-clouds and reap ceaseless gain are you ever meant to offer so your grace can grow are you willing to ever-share all good things you will know